*watches the Night Stalker, wondering why he is so silent. With a small sign, she moves to the snack table he has prepared. A smile instantly lighting upon her features at the unexpected treat of ice cream. Scooping out a generous portion, of the strawberry flavored, she quickly moves back to her small table, to enjoy the frozen dessert, idly wondering if anyone will join her*

Lira opens the door and peers inside. Lit from behind by the noon day sun, she is but a small and slender silhouette. Letting the door close behind her, she pauses to allow her eyes time to adjust. She is dressed simply in a tattered pair of denim shorts, tank top, and canvas sneakers, like are worn for boating. Giving the other patrons a quick glance over, she walks over to the bar and sits down.

Beguile looks up from the booth where she's seated. She's been here a while working on the backlog of posts she has due as well as story ideas, new characters and all the other things she's neglected for a while.

"We're pretty much self-serve here. There's always coffee brewing and hot water for tea. We have every sort of cold drink imaginable, too." She indicated the coffee bar and the cooler where the iced drinks were kept.

"Help yourself to the salad bar and make yourself comfortable."

Beguile went back to her writing to give the new comer a chance to look around but kept an eye out and an ear open in case there were questions.